“I’ll bet that some kind of a scurvy trick has been turned.”
“I fear so, Patsy.”
“Badger wouldn’t have been on such a rush with that auto unless he had some scheme in view.”
“That’s right,” assented Chick. “Madame Victoria may have telephoned to him what Nick was about doing, and possibly planned with Badger to get him into their hands.”
“That appears about the size of it. If we get no trace of him here,” growled Patsy, “we’ll go out there again to-night and investigate.”
“That’s what we’ll do.”
“Do you know just where the fortune-teller’s rooms are located?”
“Yonder,” nodded Chick, as they hastened up Tremont Street. “In that block on the next corner.”
“What are you going to ask her, in case she is there?”
“Oh, I can give her some kind of a plausible story to explain my inquiries,” replied Chick confidently. “She’s not clairvoyant enough to see through me, I’ll go my pile on that.”